Duskset upon the shouldersof a distant past,Bringing forththe truth of yesterday,Bearing the weightof the not-so-real,And imagined fear.What once happened in the nightis revealed in the day,But you still don't know your name,--Only your sex--And that's because someone had to tell you.

Too far gone for a lesson in trust,I'm afraid that where I stand Is where you lay, Immobile to the light of day.